don't worry. you're just as sane as i am.

preliminary notes: if you find my obsession with harry potter strange and rather over-the-top, i would like to warn you that this contains harry potter-related angst: i might even use my emo tag, if you know what i'm saying! also, for inquiries about why the hell is this written in english, especially since i can't form a grammatically coherent sentence to save my life, please contact jk rowling, and, er, hugh laurie, i guess?

i am having some very weird days since a while. i know it already seemed like i thought about harry potter a lot, but now, i just can't. stop. thinking. about. it. all the time. dreading. i am not excited. i just dread. i don't want it to end. i don't want anybody to die. i don't know what to do. i feel like sheherazade's sultan on the 1000th night.

i am going to be spending my july 20th night clinging to gabsy for dear life. did you know, people, that my best friend and i are best friends because of HARRY POTTER? that is right, and also frightening.

i am not sure how i will cope, yet. maybe by convincing myself that the hogwarts, a history or the wizarding world encyclopaedia that jk mentioned are a certainty. maybe by buying lots of jane austen books ("lots" being no more than five). maybe by declaring the week after july 22th to be "official house watching week of the year 2007". maybe by having surgery to join gabsy to my hip (bonus: i'll get to attend her pride and prejudice classes).

right.